tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650629941402325907.post3184769980355236011..comments2015-01-13T08:23:15.825-05:00Comments on The Not-Ever-Still Life: Half-past bedtimeRobin (noteverstill/noteversewing)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627713567504986763noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650629941402325907.post-8710394836435157402008-12-18T19:10:00.000-05:002008-12-18T19:10:00.000-05:00There once was a teether called LWhose mom needed ...There once was a teether called L<BR><BR/>Whose mom needed a breather, a spell<BR><BR/>From the nights full of shrieks<BR><BR/>And the diaperous leaks<BR><BR/>But other than that, L is swell!<BR><BR/><BR><BR/>Love, GrampsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650629941402325907.post-54278316484130399192008-12-17T13:40:00.000-05:002008-12-17T13:40:00.000-05:00There once was a toddler called EWho wouldn't slee...There once was a toddler called E<BR>Who wouldn't sleep timely<BR>But to put poops in the pot<BR>Is better than not<BR>And then she could sleep comfortably.<BR/><BR/>Love, GrampsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com